July 2011
1 post
if i could keep any memory
it’d be your fingers.
i always loved them. they were completely unlike mine; long and elegant, with perfectly oblong nails. i could spend forever kissing them, especially when you’d been painting too long and they began to get stiff. that’s when you would finally leave your desk and fall into your place next to me on the bed, my nose buried in a book while you curled around me...